Windows to look through to the world are not clear as to drive the mind to pass by which is to understand.
That bed to made is not quite yet been laid in, although to already have a head on the block for digging a hole for oneself.
Even though scratching the surface is just as heels digging in, it's when the surface to reveal is not enough do they dig heels in hurtfully deep.
Following a trail of fluttering petalled hearts that draws attention, hopefully knowing what is wanted, so they'll be no surprises to discourage their true words.
They're that innocent they will even have to read an instruction manual on 'how to open up a can of worms'. And others stand their ground, which is where those questions become needed to ask.
In the forest; if fruits of labour are as pockets of seeds waiting to burst. Then expenses are bulging at the seams to come out pouring. Enough to even bring an old ruins back to life in existence again. A favourite place left in shadow, over clouded from desolations. Now to fully bloom and cast out all for those to develop for.
In the stones; whispers like through a grapevine are determined by their ripeness on how they are picked up, as the ones to linger on the bunch turn old and sour are not juicy details anyone wants but the freshest minds yearn for sweet tastes, love surprisingly walks a path for doubtful bitterness knowing where truth is told satisfies.
Deuteronomy Ch.31:V.6 " - Be strong and of a good courage, fear not, nor be afraid of them: for the LORD thy God, he it is that doth go with thee; he will not fail thee, nor forsake thee."
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